Cut back to Melanie's tastefully appointed living room. Melanie confirms Dean's suspicion that Camille was asked to take Nikolai's place after the spoon-bender's most spectacular demise. "Your grandma was headlining at the big hall," he reminds her. "Who do you think they would ask to fill in for her?" "Probably me," Melanie realizes. DUN!

Lily Dale Flea Market. Darling Sammy heads up to the counter and demands the name and address of the person who purchased an ashwood altar in the last week. Jimmy Tomorrow happily complies. And just how does Darling Sammy know that someone purchased an ashwood altar at The Lily Dale Flea in the last week? Beats the living crap out of me. Next!

Manse Melanie. Dashing El Deano lays down a thick circle of salt in the middle of Melanie's tastefully appointed living room, the implication being that Melanie will remain within its boundaries until Darling Sammy's successfully destroyed whatever's left of Margaret Fox's earthly remains. "Does it hurt them?" Melanie asks. "Burning their bones?" Dashing El Deano's forced to admit he never actually considered that possibility, but he imagines it does. "Good," Melanie nods.

That evening, as a thunderstorm rages overhead, Darling Sammy pulls up to the address Jimmy Tomorrow gave him, and he bursts through the door unannounced with his brother's trusty pearl-handled automatic at the ready. Of course, because Jimmy Tomorrow is a LYING LIAR WHO LIES, Sam's actually burst in upon some earthy-crunchy holistic Lamaze class conducted by none other than that dizzy broad from the diner, so he has little choice but to beat a hasty and embarrassed retreat. To his credit, though, he immediately understands what's actually going on, and he calls Dean to rage about Jimmy Tomorrow's abhorrent duplicity. Or something like that. Dean would have something valuable to add to the conversation, I'm sure, were it not for the fact that Spectral Margaret's now glowering balefully at him through Melanie's front window. DUN! "Eeep!" That too, of course. God, this woman is freaking me out. "Eeep!" Oh, you poor thing.